Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Late at night, a faint cry was heard from St. Catchpole Village, which seemed to come from the Burrow, but when you listened carefully, the sound disappeared.

It might be a zombie in the attic, Kyle thought, but didn't pay much attention.

There lives an old ghoul in the attic of the Burrow. Although its name sounds scary, it is actually just an XX-level magical animal, the same level as a bowtruckle, and feeds on foxes and moths.

Even Bowtruckles have sharp fingers, but perhaps the most lethal weapon a ghoul has is its name.

Maybe it can scare the little wizard who doesn't know the truth.

If you don't mind their spooky appearance, they'd be a great pet to keep in your attic or barn.

Anyway, the Weasleys got along pretty well with that ghoul.

Ignoring the noise outside, Kyle closed the window and went to bed.

At midnight, it started raining outside.

All the lights in the village were out, the moon was hidden behind dark clouds, and the occasional light was obscured by the falling rain.

Behind the Kyle family's house, there is a not-so-high hill. After climbing over it and walking a short distance forward, you will find the Lovegood family's windmill.

Because this is a relatively remote place in St. Catchpole Village, generally not many people come here.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed on the top of the mountain and headed straight towards the burrow, but the next second, the black shadow suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, two bright purple lights appeared in front of him, like two precious purple gems, flickering in the hazy moonlight, or like a lighthouse in the dark night, making people subconsciously want to get closer.

The black shadow was attracted and unconsciously took a step forward, walking in one direction. Even when it reached the edge of the mountain top, it had no intention of stopping.

After a moment, the top of the mountain returned to silence, and the two purple lights disappeared. All traces were washed away by the dripping rain, as if nothing had happened.

……

The next morning, Kyle came downstairs yawning.

The leopard was lying on the sofa in the living room, licking his fur leisurely, while staring at the civet cat at home.

This was the first time Tom saw a leopard cat. It was hard for him to understand how a cat could grow so big and have six legs.

The cat-leopard also didn't understand why the head of the ball-like creature in front of it was so similar to its own.

The footsteps on the stairs interrupted their gaze, and the cat-leopard subconsciously turned his head to look at Kyle.

In an instant, Kyle felt even sleepier, and his eyelids felt like there were two lead balls weighing down them.

"Hey, don't use hypnosis here."

The cat-leopard's eyelids flickered, and the originally purple pupils were instantly replaced by orange.

"Ow!"

Tom let out a terrified scream, his tail standing up, and hurriedly broke open the door and rushed into the kitchen.

Kyle smacked his lips. The cat-kneazle wasn't afraid of hypnosis, but it reacted so strongly to the ability to read minds. Could it be that this guy had some secret?

Cat Leopard called lazily, jumped off the sofa and followed him into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, accompanied by Tom's heart-wrenching screams, the cat-leopard came out with its mouth puffed up, and the faint aroma of dried Motla rat meat could be smelled.

This has emptied Tom's piggy bank. No wonder it's so sharp.

But Kyle didn't care. With Tom's body size, it wouldn't be a big deal if he skipped a few meals.

Kyle waved his wand casually and rubbed his face while sitting at the dining table.

Two slices of bread flew out from the kitchen. The egg liquid broke through the eggshell and was sandwiched between the bread along with the bacon and seasonings. It slowly flew to the dining table. When it landed on the plate, the bread had turned from white to a beautiful brown color, emitting bursts of aroma.

Kyle grabbed it and took a bite...it tasted like a standard sandwich, nothing special, but it was convenient.

Chris has gone to the Ministry of Magic.

After Kyle had a simple breakfast, he also prepared to go over.

If possible, he wants to make his store formal as soon as possible.

But before he could go out, Cat Leopard suddenly stopped in front of him and whimpered lazily twice.

"Did someone come yesterday?" Kyle frowned and immediately gave up his plan to go to the Ministry of Magic. Instead, he walked towards the hill to the north and saw a familiar black hood among the leaves and twigs at the foot of the hill.

……

Because of some trivial matters, it was almost noon when Kyle arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

Chris was in his office, and seemed to be prepared. When he saw Kyle, he took out a piece of parchment with Amelia Bones' signature on it.

The above content is also very simple. There are a total of seven vaguely defined items that can be sold legally, but Mobik squid ink is not one of them.

"Quill pens are easy," Chris explained. "Trade in thunderbirds is strictly prohibited in America, but not so strict in Europe. But ink..."

Chris paused before continuing, "Bones wants to purchase this batch of ink on behalf of the Ministry of Magic."

"Huh?" Kyle raised his eyebrows.

"Because of the special properties of Mobik squid ink," Chris said, "the ink made from it can last for thousands of years without fading, making it very suitable for writing important bills and signing documents."

"I see. It's just for show." Kyle nodded.

"That's true," Chris said. "Romania has dragon blood ink, and Ilvermorny also provides their Ministry of Magic with high-quality snake vine ink... Although these things can only be regarded as embellishments, they are also important in a sense."

"So what did we use before?" Kyle asked curiously.

"The ink provided by Mr. Scamander is also a kind of dragon's blood ink," Chris said, "but in terms of quality, it is definitely not as good as Mobik squid ink."

"What about the price? Minister Bones wouldn't deliberately lower the price, would he?"

"The original price is unlikely." Chris thought for a moment and said, "But it won't be too low. After all, you just helped the Ministry of Magic a lot."

"Okay, I'll go see Minister Bones then." Kyle thought about it for a moment and agreed.

After all, at the price of that thing, it would be difficult to sell it even if it was placed in the store, so cooperating with the Ministry of Magic is also a good choice.

And unlike Fudge, Bones is not the cheeky type, so her favors are still valuable.

Kyle took the parchment, folded it up and put it in his pocket.

"You, really went back to 1899?" Chris suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Kyle said, "Where else did those things come from? Besides, I also invested in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary. The six thousand Galleons you saw before are the share of the past hundred years."

Chris pursed his lips. Although he had heard the whole process from Dumbledore, he still found it a little unbelievable.

To go back a hundred years at the cost of a magic stone was really too exaggerated. He didn't even dare to think about it.

"What did you experience during that time?" he asked curiously, "Did you meet anyone special?"

"Grindelwald?" Kyle said. No wizard was more special than this one.

Chris shuddered. "Well, any more?"

Clearly, he had no interest in Grindelwald.

"And... probably Harry Potter's great-great-grandfather," Kyle said. "We had a great chat and he wanted me to be the godfather of his child, but unfortunately there wasn't enough time."

Chris shuddered again and sorted out the relationship in his mind.

"You mean, you almost became James' grandfather's godfather?"

He was not familiar with Harry, but he was a classmate of James Potter.

The famous quartet of predators, few people didn’t know them when they were in school.

Diana was even friends with Lily Evans, and he and James also had some friendship, but not much.

As a standard Hufflepuff, he didn't really like some of the Marauders' behaviors...except for Lily Evans, of course.

"James Potter's grandfather...you could say that." Kyle nodded.

"It's a good thing you didn't succeed." Chris said with lingering fear.

"What's the meaning."

"Because your mother and James' wife are friends, and he and I are classmates." Chris said, "If you really become the godfather of James' grandfather, then what are we?"

"Hey, let's talk about our own things." Kyle waved his hand and said indifferently.

I call you dad, and you call me great-grandfather? Kyle didn't know if this title was correct, but it was probably what it meant.

"Haha." Chris laughed dryly, "Do you dare to come with me to the Department of Mysteries now and repeat what you just said?"

"I dare not." Kyle blurted out.

Kyle was so straightforward that Chris didn't know how to respond. After thinking it over, he decided to skip the topic.

To continue would be a bit counterintuitive.

And to be honest, he didn't dare take Kyle to the Department of Mysteries at this moment. Diana would definitely be against Kyle using the time turner, not to mention the span of a hundred years.

If she knew, she would suffer as well... at least she couldn't know it from him.

"Do you want to be a professor at Hogwarts?" Chris changed the subject very abruptly.

"Becoming a professor at Hogwarts?"

"Deputy Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to tell you." Chris looked at Kyle, "He said Hogwarts is short of people right now, and you happen to be a good fit."

"I don't want to, I don't want to go, it's impossible!" Kyle directly vetoed three times.

"Why?" Chris was puzzled. "I think it's nice to be a professor at Hogwarts, and the youngest professor at that. You can assign homework to them at will."

Kyle still shook his head.

The professors at Hogwarts are basically fixed, and only one position is often vacant.

Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This one-year position that has lasted for decades is really a bit weird. During this long period of time, only Snape broke the cycle of one-year position and successfully taught for more than a year.

But he also paid a price.

The last time they met, Kyle noticed that Snape had some weakness in his right leg and was limping when he walked.

Wouldn't it be nice to open a shop in Diagon Alley? Why run over there and face the curse... Kyle didn't want to compete with Snape for the job yet.

But he soon realized another situation. Everything was fine before, so why was Hogwarts suddenly short of people? What happened to Snape?

Could it be...

"Probably not!" Kyle shook his head and muttered to himself.

Snape was in Hogwarts, and if something happened there, Chris would definitely not be as calm as he is now.

Forget it, for Kanna's sake, I'll just go and take a look.

Kyle was about to walk out thinking about changing his body.

"Molly asked us to have dinner at the Burrow tonight," Chris said. "Don't forget it."

"I'm not going." Kyle stopped and said.

"You're not going home tonight?"

"Well," Kyle said, "I want to tidy up the shop, so I've been living in Diagon Alley lately."